Wednesday, 25 August 2010

WORDS OF LOVE.

Somewhere in the great pantheon of man’s languageResides a word,Or phrase,Or ideograph shape;Or glyphOr guttural riff,That once uttered,Or grunted,Or otherwise tumbled from tonguesWill reduce a womanTo crumbling knees,And make her freeze in ecstasy,And I knowThat better men than meHave sought the centuriesFor its patronage,But I’m prepared to look longerIn orderTo discover This lover’s idiom,And once attainedWill claim it and tame it,And bring it back home,And use it on you, My sweet paramour,And make your orgasm Talk back to me In a whole new vocabulary.